Jiutu Mountain, the secret room of the Shadow Pavilion.

Elegant incense wafted from above the gilded unicorn incense burner, and the stone blue curtain concealed a white jade bed more than six feet wide, and the burly black-robed man with a handsome face was lying on his back with his eyes closed, and Cen Cen cold sweat continued to ooze from his forehead, as if he was not sleeping peacefully-"Kill...... Kill her...... Kill her......"

In his sleep, the man's pale lips muttered and spit out intermittent dreams.

And in the open space a few steps away from the stone bed, there stood silently the petite figure of a child in October, looking at the unconscious man in front of her, she sighed imperceptibly, and took two steps forward with light steps to the edge of the couch, and a pair of eyes exposed outside the bandage were as dark and deep as the night sky.

"Pavilion Master, there's only so much I can do for you in October......

Looking at the nightmarish man with a solemn expression, she pursed her lips tightly, and the layers of bandages covered all her expressions, and only the cold sigh with a hint of sadness could express her complicated feelings at the moment.

Through the flickering candle flame, I saw the portrait hanging all over the four walls, the woman dressed in a blood-red dress like a flower on the other side, sitting or lying, or bowing her head and smiling, or frowning and contemplative, all of them were the same person.

Because she was only the height of a child, she could only tilt her head hard when she looked at those portraits, and she just wanted to look at them casually, but after her eyes stayed for a while, she could no longer hold back the resentment in her heart, and laughed in a mocking voice, "Why bother? Why bother? Why do you say you're doing this......" Her dark eyes, which seemed to be as deep as the light could not penetrate the light, grew cold as her suppressed laughter, and her palm, which was also covered by bandages, covered the corners of her mouth forcefully to force herself to stop laughing.

Finally, after taking a deep look at the man lying on the bed, he slowly turned around and walked out the door.

The interlocking locks made a sharp grinding sound, and the thin figure of the girl crossed the threshold and quickly disappeared into the vast night.

……

At the same time, at the foot of Yan Mountain.

Since the bloody stains suspected of Ye Qing were found in the suburbs of Cangzhou that day, Chaolu was restless all the way, although it was speculated from the tragic scene that Ye Qing had most of the accidents, but she was always unwilling to face this fact in her heart, and always felt that on the day of the duel in the Sword Gate, the other party would still have something to send back to her......

So many days Chaolu are not in the state, not only Yu Fengxian and Shu Mo sensed that something was wrong, but also the entourage who came was inevitably worried, for example, today, the group just arrived in the town at the foot of Yanshan to find an inn to rest, Chaolu locked himself in the room silently, and didn't even come down to eat dinner.

Closing the door and sitting on the bed, Chao Lu tightly held the scroll that Ye Qing had entrusted to him in advance, and a thin layer of paraffin wax dripped from the mouth of the roll to seal it - could it be that it was because of this thing that Ye Qing was in danger? Asaro speculated to himself as he rubbed his thumb and forefinger against the seal of the scroll.

To be honest, there are a lot of troubles now, if she can, she doesn't want to take responsibility for herself at all, but she can't ignore Ye Qing's life and death, so after a few hesitations, she knocked on the door of Yu Fengxian's room with a scroll.

Patronizing and thinking about things, she absentmindedly didn't pay attention to the time, until the door opened, and a plain white middle coat obviously appeared in front of her, obviously just bathed and ready to rest, Chaolu realized that it was very late, looking at the wet black hair on the other party's neck, she coughed embarrassedly a few times, "Cough, this...... Can you please take a look at it for me? ”

“…… You come in first. Yu Feng Xian let go of the hand that was holding the door frame and let Chaolu into the room, then turned around and picked up the robe placed on the bed and draped it over his shoulders casually, and then walked to the table and looked at the scroll in the light of the oil lamp.

The fingertips of the wind string touched the wax-sealed curl, and he looked up at Chaolu uncertainly.

Knowing that he was asking if he could open it, Chaolu sighed lightly and nodded.

Although it is a bit immoral to look at other people's things privately, there is no other way in this situation now, Ye Qing's life and death are unknown, and there is only this only clue.

Under the faint light of the oil lamp, the scroll that gradually spread out turned out to be a portrait of a woman, a gorgeous red dress swaying to the ground, the flowers on the other side of the gold silk embroidery were faintly blooming all over the water sleeves, and the three thousand green silk coils were pulled in a loose cloud bun behind the head, which was slightly sad compared to the jade face of the flower, but even so it was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it......

It's just that in Chaolu's opinion, she was not shocked by the beauty of the woman in red on the rice paper, but she knew the person in the painting at all - it was Ye Qing!

However, after seeing the appearance of the woman in the painting, Chaolu was not the only one who was surprised, and Yu Fengxian's expression became slightly solemn after being stunned for a moment, "This woman feels very familiar." ”

Hearing Yu Fengxian's words, Chaolu quickly turned his head, "You know each other too?" "Recalling the day of the Young Heroes Conference, Yu Feng Xian and Ye Qing just took a picture of their relationship, is it just because of this that Yu Feng Xian feels familiar? Besides, although this woman is very beautiful, there should be a lot of beauties of various types of status like Yu Fengxian, and it really doesn't make sense that the hurried glance at the hero conference is so impressive......

No, that's not right......

After moving his gaze to the scroll again, Chao Lu found that the woman in red was only a little similar to Ye Qing, but if she looked closely, there were many differences.

He stretched out his hand to touch the ink of some years, and said in a low voice: "This painting was painted more than ten years ago, only time, but it does not indicate who the painter is." Glancing at the face of the woman in red again, Yu Fengxian's heart was even more puzzled, but after thinking about it, he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"It's strange, it's just such a portrait, there is no reason why it will cause death......" Chaolu touched the back of his head and turned the scroll upside down to check, thinking that there should be some mystery in it, such as hiding a certain martial arts secret and the like, but after looking at it for a long time, I didn't find anything wrong, it was just a very ordinary picture of a beautiful woman.

Seeing that Chaolu racked his brains and thought hard, Yu Fengxian smiled a little helplessly, and said softly: "It's not too early, you go back to rest first, if there is no problem, this picture scroll can be placed here with me first, and I will give you an answer after a while." ”

"Well, that's fine." Chaolu nodded, thinking that the Yufeng String Intelligence Network was developed, and he couldn't find any clues if he left it alone, so it was better to leave it to this guy to handle it.

Seeing Chaolu walk out of the door, Yu Fengxian's eyes gradually sank, and his eyes looked at the shadow in the corner, "Shadow Seven." ”

As soon as Yu Fengxian's voice fell, the sound of clothes shaking in the air immediately came from the darkness, and a vigorous figure jumped down from the beam of the room - "Shadow Seven See the young master!" ”

……

Because he was always thinking about Ye Qinghe and the woman in red on the picture scroll, Chaolu didn't sleep peacefully this night, and it was dawn when he went to bed and turned over and over again.

Fortunately, she arrived a day early, and tomorrow was the day of the Sword Gate competition, so she didn't need to get up early in the morning to go uphill, Chaolu simply lay on the bed until the sun was three poles before she got up slowly-thinking that there was still a whole day at her disposal, and after breakfast, she went out of the inn gate alone and planned to go around casually.

The streets are full of people, and you can already see the costumes of different sects mixed in, but the most striking thing is the protagonist this time: the disciple of the Sword Sect.

Speaking of which, two years ago, the sword trial conference was frustrated by himself, and since then the Tianjian Gate was originally the highest sect of the sword in the martial arts, and it was replaced by the current Wuji Sword Gate after the decline, but in Chaolu's eyes, there seems to be no difference between the two sects, and look at the clothes and swords of the disciples under that sect, although the price of the steel sword with uniform specifications is not cheap, it is not built according to the sword holder's own conditions, and everyone in actual combat cannot be exactly the same in terms of strength, speed, etc., the weight of the sword, Factors such as the width of the blade directly affect the play of a set of swordsmanship, so with this spare money, it is better to equip each disciple with a good-looking and tall sword, and it is better to give some silver and let people buy it at the blacksmith shop by themselves......

Compared with the Sword Gate, the disciples of the Sword Gate are much simpler, and at first glance they don't look like the appearance brought out by the local tyrant Jin Xiao Ghost - except for the brown coarse cloth short fight that fits and cuts, the knives equipped by each disciple are not as uniform as the Sword Gate, but long and short, single and double knives have their own merits. Of course, the most dazzling of them all is none other than the two-meter-long broadsword of Wei Chi Chop. The pitch-black scabbard was carved with the totem of a fierce beast, and before it could be unsheathed, it exuded a terrifying murderous aura.

The name of the domineering side leakage, the knife of the domineering side leakage, the local tyrant golden bear child is really a wonder.

Chaolu counted all the way and found that there were really a lot of sects that came this time, obviously it was just a fight between two small sects~ While complaining about others, a certain woman ignored that she was actually here to watch......

Who knew that while she was quietly observing those martial arts people, a group of people and horses came in from the city gate in a low-key manner, and the gloomy-faced young man who was walking at the front of the team on a jujube red horse recognized it at a glance, and the person who came was Shen Qian, the young owner of Jinling Villa, who almost caused her braids!

Nima's mother hasn't settled accounts with you yet, but she actually ran to the door by herself!

Standing in the crowd and watching the team of Jinling Villa walk by, Chao Lu desperately suppressed the anger in her heart, especially when she saw Shen Qian riding by, her eyes were about to fly out of the sparks.

And Shen Qian, who was more than ten meters away, seemed to sense those two eyes full of resentment, and quickly turned around to search in the vast sea of people, his already gloomy face was a little colder than before.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you?" The attendant on the side immediately asked with concern.

Shen Qian retracted his gaze and shook his head, and without saying a word, he clamped the horse's belly and hurried forward......